Poem: Search the Sky Within

[mab]

 

When love unfinished, vanished in a spark,
how can I trust this love that I have found?
I am left in wonderment to seek
the passing days that fall upon the ground.

The sun and moon and stars are swirled; I'm sick.
I feel as if I bleed--with thorns I'm crowned
and naked left to wander blind and stark
in diamond sparkled blackness I am drowned.

The wheel in my heart which turns every stroke
of truth in all its splendor yet unwound,
but breeze and wind uncover dust-- a speck
and I am lost, embraced without a sound.

    Please take me by the hand and guide the streak
    of lightning rush that pulses veins when struck.

Comments

[december-lily.livejournal.com]

I am left in wonderment to seek
the passing days that fall upon the ground.

Lovely metaphor. :)

[mab.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)

~Mab